"Zhan Xiaoyao, how good it would be if you could always be this obedient."
Zhan Se hummed, "When have I ever been disobedient?"
"You have."
"Have I?"
"Yes!"
"Uh, when did that happen? I don't seem to remember?" Zhan Se's head hung low.
"Let's forget about it! Never mind."
The words that came out didn't pack much punch, the tone half chiding, half complaining, like a pitiful little girl.
Lord Quan the Fourth naturally had his own way of dealing with his woman.
After giving him a glare, she gritted her teeth in resignation.
"If you don't want to listen, forget it!"
He chuckled, and Emperor Quan hugged her, "You know, the older you get, the more bad-tempered you become. It's all because you've been spoiled!"
In her complaints, the man thought of his occasional misbehaviors and let out a sheepish laugh.
"We agreed, no bringing up the past!"
Zhan Se tilted her mouth in a wry smile, giving him a teasing glance.
"Fine, you're Fourth Master, whatever you say goes!"
Whoosh...
